“Are there physical places that simply must be seen before I stop breathing within time, before I inhale eternity? Why? To say that I’ve been arrested by wonder? Isn’t it here? Can’t I find it here?…

“Isn’t it here? The wonder? Why do I spend so much of my living hours struggling to see it? Do we truly stumble so blind that we must be affronted with blinding magnificence for our blurry soul-sight to recognize grandeur? The very same surging magnificence that cascades over our every day here.”

…though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words – to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.”